Here is the translation:
O Fortune,
like the moon of ever changing state,
you are always waxing or waning;
hateful life now is brutal,
now pampers our feelings with its game;
poverty, power, it melts them like ice.
Fate, savage and empty,
you are a turning wheel,
your position is uncertain,
your favour is idle and always likely to disappear;
covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too;
now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness.
The chance of prosperity and of virtue is not now mine;
whether willing or not, a man is always liable for Fortune's service.
At this hour without delay touch the strings!
Because through luck she lays low the brave,
all join with me in lamentation!
Here is the translation: O Fortune, like the moon of ever changing state, you are always waxing or waning; hateful life now is brutal, now pampers our feelings with its game; poverty, power, it melts them like ice.
Fate, savage and empty, you are a turning wheel, your position is uncertain, your favour is idle and always likely to disappear; covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too; now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness.
The chance of prosperity and of virtue is not now mine; whether willing or not, a man is always liable for Fortune's service. At this hour without delay touch the strings! Because through luck she lays low the brave, all join with me in lamentation!